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9

Eleanor was an artist.

She painted and wrote.

Yes, she loved doing both.

They were simple hobbies she was great.

Eleanor was passionate for something else.

Something that her mother once was great at.

Something that her whole family was proud of Eleanor for doing.

Before they left her.

At the age of 6, Eleanor danced.

Her mother was a fantastic ballerina, danced in the nutcracker.

Eleanor stopped dancing, once they left her.

She abandoned it as it would always only cause her pain and sorrow.

So she hid the one talent she was passionate at.

But today, Eleanor wanted a distraction from the pain that suffocated her.

So she played music.

Slowly, but in a beat, her foot tapped along.

Joining in, She spun and smile to herself.

Eleanor looked absolutely elegant and happy.

She leaped and continued dancing.

Her white nightgown flowed as she danced, only making it better.

As the music ended, Eleanor leapt, spun and landed perfectly into the ground, with her two feet still.

She exhaled and smiled genuinely.

Eleanor knew exactly what she wanted to do.

Dance.

She looked to the news and found that they were auditioning ballerinas to dance in a local musical.

Eleanor thought.

Was she really gonna do this?

Was she even gonna go anywhere with it?

But she was happy.

So, she went out, bought a leotard and practiced.

Practiced for 2 days and went to the studio.

And from there on, Eleanor Grey was no longer known as the ex wife of Andrew Cunnings, but as a famous ballerina.

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So sorry for the short chapter, but since this is the beginning of the future it's kinda like a prologue